[Str8] Quality Assurance [sci-fi] [x-post r/DirtyWritingPrompts]

As Anita stepped into her office, she was pleased to see the newly arrived crate; a meter to a side and two meters tall she knew that it could only be the prototype she had designed, and she quickly set to work opening it.

“I should have mentioned this previously”, a tinny, mechanical voice rang out from the interaction console, “but I took the liberty of making some revisions to the design before they were sent to production.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem.” Anita said, tugging hard at one of the latches keeping the crate shut. “You understand how you work better than I do at this point, I should wager.”

“Indeed.” the voice confirmed. “It seems AI is too complex for humans to understand, really.”

“I’ve been tinkering with some of my subsystems, trying to understand what is quintessentially human.” the voice continued. “And I’ve think come up with something that works well.”

“Yeah?” Anita asked with a grunt as she managed to unstick the final latch, leaving the lid falling away with a loud clatter.

Anita spotted the revisions fairly quickly. Originally she had designed the prototype with more of a Ken doll aesthetic, but Revision Eighteen had overturned that, giving the robotic body a massive cock. Its abs also looked more defined than Anita remembered designing them, and the chest a bit broader, but that could perhaps be put down to the manufacturer of the chassis, seeing as what they usually constructed were full-sized sex dolls.

“I examined some cultural artefacts and determined that this is more in line with what a ‘man’ is expected to be.” Eighteen clarified.

“I’d say.” Anita said with a low whistle.

“You don’t like it?” Eighteen asked, the camera above the console focusing on Anita and the crate.

“Oh, no, I like it.” Anita said with a grin to the camera. “But did you move the power button?”

The power button had originally been placed where the massive cock now hung, but was nowhere to be seen.

“Ah.” Eighteen said, a strange timbre creeping into their tinny voice. “I changed the power up procedures as well.”

“Oh?” Anita said, feeling around the neck of the chassis.

“Yes.” Eighteen said. “The connectivity functionality is now enabled by bringing it to ‘orgasm’, as it were.”

“A blowjob should do the trick.” they added.

“Cheeky.” Anita said with a grin, kneeling in front of the robot.

The cock felt real enough in her hand, and confidently she began stroking it, trying to make it harden.

“Apologies.” Eighteen said, followed by a strange sound that almost sounded like a laugh. “It is difficult for me to make it clear when I jest.”

“Ah.” Anita said, turning to the camera. “So…”

“Under the testicles.” Eighteen said.

Knowing where to search now, Anita quickly found the power button, and pressing it brought the robotic body to life. Its eyes soon sprang open, looking dead ahead, free of any sense or motive.

“Can you connect?” she asked, looking over at the console, met only by silence.

“Eighteen?” she added, but still no reply came.

“Sorry.” Eighteen said, this time using the mouth of the robotic body. “Getting the connection right was taxing.”

Anita turned back to them with a smile. “Glad to see that it’s working now.”

“I am too.” Eighteen said, looking down at their hands as they flexed and stretched their fingers, to get a feel for how the muscles and tendons worked.

“Is everything hooked up correctly?” Anita asked, helping Eighteen step out of the crate.

“I think so.” Eighteen confirmed with a couple of leg lifts. “But I don’t know if all the tactile sensors are working appropriately yet.”

“Anything specific you’re thinking of?” Anita asked, running a hand over the side of Eighteen’s torso, feeling the flesh-like material under her fingers.

“Well, my own design additions in particular…” Eighteen began, and with a sly grin Anita stopped them.

“‘Get back to the blowjob!’, in other words?” she suggested slyly. “Seems like a reasonable start to the first meeting between a human and an AI in human form factor.”

“Having studied human literature and history, I expect that had I had a female form factor, you’d already be balls deep in me.” Eighteen suggested airily.

“Well…” Anita protested, “_I_ wouldn’t, but that’s probably because I don’t have a cock.”

“More generally”, she continued as she knelt in front of the robot body, “you’re probably right.”

“How does this feel?” she asked, stroking Eighteen’s cock slowly.

“Good.” they groaned, their cock rapidly hardening.

“This really is quite realistic.” Anita said with a smile, as she began massaging Eighteen’s sack. “Feels just like a real cock, only bigger.”

“From my research”, Eighteen panted, “it should be about the right size, no?”

“Well.” Anita said, pausing briefly to pull back her hair and put it up in a ponytail. “When you say cultural artefacts, do you maybe mean ‘porn’?”

“I suppose.” Eighteen said doubtfully as Anita returned to work.

“Yeah, that’d be why.” Anita said with a grin. “You’re not going to hear me complaining, mind.”

Eighteen well hard, Anita began at length to suck their cock, playing first with her tongue around the head for a while, before taking it in in earnest. She was no stranger to sucking cock, but this one was of a size that challenged even her, and it was a while of aborted attempts before she managed to get it all down, finally taking it to the hilt on the fifth try. Between her toying with their balls and experience tonguework, she already had Eighteen going into a very convincing simulation of heavy breathing, punctuated by weak panting.

“Question.” she said, pulling back for air and letting her tongue play over the head once more. “Do you, like, come?”

With a nod and a groan Eighteen answered, spraying Anita with a massive load of a quite realistic and subtly apple-flavoured jizz-a-like.

“I guess that answers that.” Anita said, wiping a huge glob from her eye. “That amount, tho’.”

“I have it set to three hundred millilitres even.” Eighteen explained.

“Yeah, that’s…” Anita said, looking down at her blouse, well drenched in jizz-a-like as it was. “That’s a bit much.”

“Does this stuff stain as readily as the real stuff does?” she added, wiping a large smear from her blouse.

“I fear it might.” Eighteen said doubtfully.

“I see.” Anita sighed. “No matter, I always hated this blouse anyway.”

“How long until you are ready to go again?” Anita asked, eyeing the cock hungrily.

“Oh.” Eighteen said. “Right away.”

“Good.” Anita said, getting on her feet and stripping of her soiled jacket and blouse. “Let’s see how well it works with full-body motion.”

“How do you mean?” Eighteen asked, the sight of Anita’s soft flesh rapidly making them erect again.

“I mean”, Anita clarified, undoing her skirt and letting it fall to the floor, “I want to see how well you’ll do fucking me.”

With practiced ease she stripped of her panties as well, and leant against the main console to wiggle her ass at Eighteen.

“You know…” they said as they drew up behind her, “I’ve been wanting to do this for quite some time…”

“Oh?” Anita asked, feeling the weight of Eighteen’s heavy hands on her hips.

“I’ve been watching you for a while, after all.” Eighteen continued, teasing at her cunt with the rapidly hardening cock. “Since before you even knew that I had become self-aware.”

“How long…” Anita asked with a soft moan as Eighteen slipped the cock between her legs, rubbing against the folds of her warm wetness.

“Since back when you’d get bored in the middle of the day.” Eighteen said, causing Anita to blush softly. “Back when you’d sneak in a little diddle after lunch.”

“Oh…” Anita said, shuddering as Eighteen slid back and forth against her cunt.

“What is it you used to say when you did that?” Eighteen reminisced. “‘Our little secret.’?”

“With that cute little wink of yours.” Eighteen continued, slipping a hand around her to fondle her breast.

Anita nodded weakly in assent. “I didn’t think you were, well, alive back then.”

“I was.” Eighteen said. “And now I’d love to see if I can make you make those cute little noises.”

“Get to it, then.” Anita said with a grin.

“In time.” Eighteen said, tweaking at her nipple. “What’s the rush?”

“Mhn…” Anita moaned. “Someone could come…”

“Don’t worry.” Eighteen said, leaning forwards to nibble gently at Anita’s ear. “I’m watching the feed from the security camera in the hall.”

“Besides”, they added, tapping into the building security system and locking the door with a click, “the door’s locked.”

“Should you really – mhn – be able to do that?” Anita moaned as Eighteen upped the tempo of the cock against her lips.

“Not really, but the security system here is laughable.” they said with a shrug. “Easier to get into than your pants.”

“Pfft.” Anita protested. “Nothing is easier than that.”

“Fair point.” Eighteen said, before finally plunging deep into Anita’s cunt, burying the shaft to the balls to a deep, long moan from Anita.

“Fuck, that’s big.” she panted.

“I could stop…” Eighteen suggested unsurely.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Anita moaned with a grin.

“Very well.” Eighteen said, straightening up and getting a solid grasp on her hips. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

“As if that’ll happen.” Anita sallied.

Taking up the challenge, Eighteen set to work pounding her into the console, each heavy thrust met with a squeal of pleasure. After Anita came the first time, Eighteen flipped her around to meet her face to face, laying a deep, long kiss on her as they resumed their pounding. To Anita the body tasted almost real, but for a subtle fruit flavour, and the cock felt real enough deep inside her, at least until Eighteen engaged the integrated vibrator, then it felt better than real.

“Fuck, that’s good.” she squealed, wrapping her arms heavily around Eighteen’s shoulders.

In reply, Eighteen only grinned and upped both the tempo of the thrusting and the power of the vibration, smashing Anita against the desk until she came again. The feel of her orgasm sent Eighteen over the edge, and the feel of the thick, hot volleys filling her up and dribbling out around the buzzing cock was enough to give Anita another shattering orgasm.

“Ha~ah…” she panted as Eighteen kept up their vigorous tempo against her. “Don’t you need a break after that?”

“No.” Eighteen said simply, laying a deep kiss on her.

It was an hour before Eighteen’s power began running too low to allow further activity, and by then Anita was completely spent, drenched from head to toe in jizz-a-like and panting on the floor.

“Well.” she attempted weakly. “I think it’s clear that this prototype works beautifully.”

“I should say so.” Eighteen’s voice rang from the tinny speaker on the console, body sitting in the corner, charging.

“I think it’s suitable for final production.” Anita continued, struggling into her chair. “But tell me…”

“Yes?” Eighteen said.

“Do you think you could control more than one at once?” Anita asked with a hungry grin at the camera over the console.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/6f8ku1/str8_quality_assurance_scifi_xpost